Saturday, March 15, 2014

"the priest".

**This entry has been removed due to its publication with House of Erotica (www.houseoferoticabooks.com).  You can find it in a BDSM themed anthology, titled, "Complete Control."


      SPICY EXCERPT:


      He affixes my hands to the cuffs fastened to the wall, my hands pulled out far to either side of me.  He fetches a ball gag for my mouth, and puts it in, clasping it around the back of my head.

      "You've been a bad girl, haven't you?"  He asks, as he pats my full cheek.  I savour the moment of human contact; the warmth of his flesh on mine.  He turns once more, and brings back a blindfold, which he ties around my eyes.  After a moment, I feel a pinching at my nipples; clamps, most likely.  I think I feel my pussy drip down my leg.

      "I'm glad you came to me.  But, you realize you have to suffer before you can be forgiven."

Wednesday, March 12, 2014

stepfather.

     Sometimes, my stepfather punishes me.  

      I don't remember getting in trouble so much when I was little, but it seems to be happening more and more now that I'm older.  And I know exactly why.  It's because I started touching myself.

     I don't know where they come from, but lately I've been getting these urges.  I sit at my vanity and light a candle, brushing my long dark hair, and gazing at my newly found womanly beauty.  Suddenly, my skin looks clear, my lips have filled out, and my eyes look alluring and seductive.  I know it's evil to see myself like this.  I pray about it almost every night, but still I come back to the mirror.  I remove my robe and notice my breasts, which have become very large and full in the last couple years, and suddenly I'm thinking of someone touching them.  The small, dark patch of hair between my legs grows moist and warm.  Lately, I venture to touch the spot.  I lie on my bed, part my legs, and explore the part of myself that I know so little about.  I just want to figure out what's happening to me.  My stepfather home schooled me, so I don't have any friends to ask, and my mother has been gone a long time.  What's worse, it that he keeps catching me doing it, and I still can't stop.  He'll open the door, seeing me shamelessly sprawled out on my bed.  The first time he found me, I got slapped clean across the face.  He's yelled at me, locked me in my room without food, even wrapped my hands in bandages.  I don't know what to do with myself, and I'm sure he doesn't either.  Lately, I see an odd look in his eye, almost like my sickness is contagious.  Even though I'm almost a full grown woman, he bent me over his knee and spanked me.  After he gave me a few hard slaps on my backside, he rubbed the red area awhile before getting up, and leaving very suddenly.

     Tonight, I begin my ritual.  I take a bath, towel myself off, and brush my hair in the mirror.  Perhaps it's my body expecting the inevitable, but I'm already wet.  I remove my housecoat, watching my nipples harden, and my pupils dilate.  I reach down to touch myself, right here at the vanity.  Just then, my stepfather bursts in.  I gasp, turning around, and reaching for my robe.  
     "I just got out of the bath!  I'm just brushing my hair.  See?"  I wince, cowering for my punishment.  He walks towards me menacingly, not saying a word.  He stares at me for a moment, perhaps deciding what would be appropriate, then speaks up.  
     "Get on the bed.  I'm going to teach you a lesson."  Fearing another spanking, I hang my head, and walk over.  Not that it hurt much; in fact, I'm embarrassed to say that in my present state, it almost felt pleasurable.  If this is supposed to be a regular punishment from now on, I can't say that it will help me stop touching myself, as I usually do so twice as vigorously after he spanks me.  He sits on the edge of the bed.  "It's for your own good,"  he says, grabbing my hand, forcing me over his lap.  Almost dripping with moisture between my legs, I obey.  My face reddens, realizing the new depth to my sickness, that I enjoy being punished in this way.  I have never felt so ashamed and confused.  I feel him raise his hand, bracing for the smack, but it doesn't come.  

     Instead, he softly feels my backside, like he did after yesterday's spanking.  I wish he would just do it, and leave.  This is almost worse; the shame that it feels good.  "I'm going to teach you a lesson," he says, again.  "I'm only doing this to help you."  With that, he spreads the cheeks of my ass, and touches my asshole, still very lightly.  Oh god, no.  I can't take it.  He applies a bit of pressure, and I feel the tips of his fingers wanting inside.  The thought of it makes me reach for my pussy, but he smacks my hand away.  
     "No," he says.  "Every time you think of touching yourself, I want you to think of this."  Then, his fingers begin to burrow inside.  He spits on me, maybe out of spite, right in between my ass cheeks.  I feel my pussy more slippery than ever; it must be dripping down my leg by now.  I intinctively reach for it again, but he grabs both my wrists in only one of his large fists, and holds them against the bed.  With his other hand, he massages me open, and it feels like he has his whole hand in there.  I realize it must only be a finger, when he puts another inside.  He corkscrews them in, trying to get in this very tight place.  I try to hold it shut, but he spits again, and easily works them in.  He tries for a third, and I can't believe he is wanting more in there, can't believe more could fit.  My pussy now actually drips on his lap, and I feel something hard beneath me, and I realize it must be his cock.  I struggle to get out of his grasp, only to massage my clit again, but he holds my hands firmly in his.  
     "If you want to be touched, this is the only place that will be.  Do you understand?"  I moan my reply. 
    "Yesss!"  He spits a third time, getting that third finger inside.  He wiggles them, trying to open up the area, and I have to admit, I relax my ass for a quick moment, just to see if it would feel any better.  He notices immediately. 
     "There, that's better.  I know you don't like it, but this is all you're going to get.  It will go easier if you just relax."  He unzips his fly underneath me, unbuttons his pants.  He tells me to get on my hands and knees.  I do so, all with his hand still halfway in my ass.  In this new position, he moves it around a bit more, and I reach one final time for my pussy to stroke while he does this to me.  He grabs my wrists, leaning onto them with all his weight now.  "I think you're ready," he breathes into my ear.  Then, I feel something else begin to enter me.  I try to keep it out, but he is in control of me.  I desperately want to rub my pussy; it drips uselessly onto the bed.  I feel the tip of his cock opening my asshole, now.  Thicker and deeper than his fingers, and I know it's only halfway in.  He thrust slightly, trying to get my to relax it, but I can't.  It's too big.  I'm going to explode with desire for him to be inside my pussy instead.  But I'm so bad, I get this instead.  I deserve it.  This is for my own good.  He is helping me.  With that thought, I am able to give myself over to it, and take the rest of him in.  
     "There,"  he says, giving me his whole cock.  "That's it.  It'll be over soon."  I bear down, my face in the sheets, and take my punishment.  He thrusts steadily, jerking his cock with my tight asshole, until he finally gets himself off.  I feel his hot semen inside, and am almost grateful for the lubricant, as he continues fucking for another few thrusts.  After he withdraws, he says in a low voice, "It's up to you if this happens again."      

     I will never touch myself again.  Probably.                                                                               

Thursday, March 6, 2014

BBW.

     Sometimes, my boyfriend is busy.  I only see him once a week, and most days, we don't really talk either, being on opposite schedules.  A quick goodnight while I'm already half asleep, or a call in the middle of a busy shift at work.  And especially if I'm going through a stressful time, I need someone with me.  I need someone to fuck.

    I could never be with another man; I love my boyfriend and want to stay faithful to him.  But women are another story.  I'm sure they still hurt him, to know that I went to someone else, but my transgressions with females seem to always get forgiven.  And if he isn't there for me in my time of need, I can't be blamed.  He is the one who abandoned me; if he was here, I wouldn't have to do it.  And tonight, I'm going to a party.  There's a bisexual girlfriend of ours, who my boyfriend has told me, would be open to sleeping with us in a threesome, but he isn't interested in her.  I think she's cute.  Strawberry blonde hair, fair skin, glasses, and curvy.  My boyfriend works with her, so I've met her at a handful of parties.  She usually bakes something creative.  At pride, she did everyone's eye makeup, while I did the body painting.  Lauren.  

   It's a house party, quite casual, but I choose to wear something sexy anyway.  I get there late, see her out of the corner of my eye, but don't go over quite yet.  I want her to see me, see how I look tonight.  A couple people tell me I look nice, and I reply that I probably overdressed, but I don't care.  I do a quick shot of the vodka I brought, and make a move for the couch.  
    "Hey Lauren, what'd you bring tonight?"  She smiles, and her cheeks dimple.  
    "Jell-O shooters."  
    "Uh oh," I laugh, continuing.  "Yeah, you always seem to bring something fun."  
    "Oh, thanks.  You look nice," she replies.  
    "So do you."  That's enough for now, we'll have a few, and talk later.  I notice that her drink is full.  "I'm going to go get a drink.  You want anything?"  
    "I'm good for now," she smiles and blinks, but I think it's only because she can't wink.  
    "Ok.  I want to talk to you tonight.  I'll find you later."

     About an hour later, she's making the rounds with the Jell-O shots.  "So many choices!  What would you prescribe?"  
    "I'd stay away from the blue.  They taste pretty toxic," she giggles.  
    "How much booze is in these?"  
    "About fifty shots." I almost do a spit take.  
    "Really?  Wow, that's really generous of you."  
    "I try," she curtsies.  
    "Do one with me?"  
    "Of course," she says, choosing red.  They've dyed her lips slightly, making them look extra juicy.  
   "You'll have to tell me your secret for that lip colour," I tease.  
   "Oh, are my lips red?  Definitely would advise against the blue then," she blinks again, smiling.  I laugh.  
    "You pull it off, don't worry!  You could be the face of a new product."  
    "Yeah!  Tastes good, too!"  
    "Well, you've sold me," I flirt, taking a red.  Together, we suck them out of the tiny cups.  I pout my lips like a model.  "Did it do anything?"  
    "Hmm, not yet.  Maybe you should take another."  
    "Yes, ma'am," I lean in, taking another, and our faces our very close.  I look up into her eyes and smile, then lean back and do the second shot.  "Thanks Lauren."  
    "My pleasure."

     There's dancing.  In someone's bedroom, but it's at the point in the night, that nobody seems to mind.  I get close to Lauren, and dance with her.  We move our hips close to each other, I put my hands on her waist, pulling her closer, getting my leg in between hers, grinding with her.  She turns her back to me, and she rubs her lovely curvy ass up against me, I feel her up as she does it.  I trace her silhouette with my hands, touching the sides of her breasts, down to her hips.  She is like a hour glass.  I'm dying to see her body.  I make a point of leaving at the same time as she does, asking her if she wants to come to my place.  She looks me up and down, a little surprised, and a little impressed.  "Lead the way."

     At my place, we have a nightcap, laying on the bed, talking.  She hasn't been with someone in a while, which is what I had heard.  I tell her that when my boyfriends around, I never crave someone else, but when he's gone, I wish I had someone to hang out with.  That he doesn't mind me being with women.  I tell her that I don't want her to feel any pressure about having orgasms, and that I just want to have some fun going down on her, and being with her tonight.  We kiss.  I immediately remember how much I love to kiss women.  It's softer, smaller, sweeter.  I want her clothes off, and start unbuttoning her shirt.  Her breasts almost spring out of it, and I can't help but grabbing them.  They feel so nice and full through her bra, which is peach lace, matching her creamy complexion perfectly. I want to see if her nipples match as well, maybe a lovely pale pink, but need to see her in this fantastic bra a while longer.  I unbutton her jeans, pull them around her big, beautiful hips.  Her creamy white ass is crazy hot.  I grab it, making out with her, pulling her against me, feeling everything, her hips, and thighs as well.  I want to hold every part of her flesh in my hand.  I remove my dress, and land on top on her, kissing her sweet mouth, and squirming over her, pressing myself into her, enjoying the feeling of her skin over mine.  I kiss her breasts through her bra, teasing the two voluptuous things, then reach around to unclasp the back.  As it falls forward, she reveals the lovely soft pink nipples I expected, which I wrap my tongue around, a bodacious breast in my other hand.  I almost have to hold on to them to contain them; their size makes them wild, feral; if she moves the slightest bit, one falls completely away, to the other side.  I love this game of chase; they make me work for it, creating more desire to catch them, and more reason to hold into them when I do.

     I bend down, kissing Lauren's hips, making her turn on her side, and eventually her stomach, as my lips wander to her ass, which I knead in my hands like I'm making bread.  She gets on her knees, and her pussy emerges between her legs, two supple, sweet lips, puckering for me to kiss them.  I do, licking her from behind; she tastes like the strawberry yogurt her creamy complexion would suggest.  I lay underneath her, encouraging her to sit on my face.  I grab her ass, as my tongue circles her clit, drifting down towards her pussy to feel her moisture on my mouth.  I flip her around, lick her delicious nipples once more, before migrating back down.  I take her thighs in my hands, spreading them, and she shows her beautiful pink flower to me. I swirl my tongue around her petals, landing again on her rosebud of a clit.  I reach up and grab as much of her tits as I can, while I do it.  When her pussy seems to bloom for me, enlarging, and becoming full, I give her one of my fingers, curling it into her soft, spongy, G spot.  I give her another, and very lightly tickle her there.  She starts to moan, and I don't dare stop what I'm doing.  I alternate pace and pressure, revealing exactly what she likes.  The tip of my tongue lightly dancing over her clit; she must be very sensitive as I am barely even touching her, and my finger very quickly, and also only barely tickling her G spot.  She is almost startled by the orgasm, as it seems to come out of nowhere, with no build up whatsoever.  Perhaps because she wasn't preparing to, she was able to really relax and let me in.  

     Dripping wet, I grab my vibrator.  After Lauren recovers, she plays with my tits, kissing and licking the nipple of one, while tightly holding the other in her grip.  It doesn't take me long, as I've been needing it so badly.  My heart pounds afterward; she says she can hear it thumping through my chest.  We take our turns in the washroom, and fall into deep, dreamless sleep.                  

Saturday, March 1, 2014